June 3, 2001
The Beach today, Santa Cruz, and sunburn. Sneak my hand behind my back, feel the heat radiate off my spine, and wonder where all this heat comes from. I used to think there was a well of it all somewhere under my 3rd rib on the left, a glowing pulsing orb that every once in a while overflows, spills out and then I glow and pulse too. These days it just seems to keep me in equilibrium against the elements. Someday I'll fight; kick; scream; spill over too; but for now, I think, I'll just lay here in the sun.